[Trick and Friend talking] Friend: Man this street dont remind yall of Hollywood man Trick: Damn I miss my nigga man, that shit was gay how a nigga got killed dawg Friend: Man I wonder what he was thinking about man Trick: My nigga, I know what he was thinking about dawg, I been there I got word inside of me My nigga I know EXACTLY what he was thinking my nigga [Trick Daddy] Sire, I got a problem, I wanna holla "Holla Nigga", I keep hearing sirens In my sleep, Im having flashbacks A guilty conscious naw "Why ya ask that?" Its like this a nigga tried to cross me I made him pay and now the devil calls me But I aint going cause Im rolling with the Lord G And now I lay my soul to sleep Ah ppppow keep hearing gunshots Bullets flying, seem like they wont stop A call for help, but momma cant hear me Save me damn this nigga trying to kill me Im bleeding bad, this nigga started bustin caps I feel cold, Boy where them paramedics at? The first stop is intensive care Im seeing tripletts, blood flying every where Im stone black, But who turned the lights out? Holy sire, Is it true I might die? My bloods low, my hearts beating to slow Im on the edge, but I cant let go Is this the end I would stop breathing Talk to me, Why is everybody leaving? Hold up wait, take these covers off my damn face Looking like its gonna be a long day What time is it?, Whats the days date? What brings the crowd, Oh why these long faces Im getting kissed, but why on my forehead? Pretty flowers, dont tell me that a nigga dead fuck Oh my, why all a sudden me Fuck it, I wanna be free Free to fly with the birds and now the sad words Past the dust the last words that I heard [Talking] Lower the casket, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
Artist: Trick Daddy
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